I walk through school, trying to hide my face from the strange stares. I arrive at my locker, my gaze lifts up from the floor and in dark black spray paint, is the word BITCH, scribbled all over my door.
My ears finally tune into whatever is going on behind me. Laughter floods into my ears. My head spins. Tears prick at my blue orbs, I fight back the droplets. I hurriedly open my locker and pull out my books for first period.
They can laugh all they want; they have no friggen clue about what I did. And they won’t find out.
My bangs cover my left eye as I duck my head low, trying to ignore everyone’s whispers about me. They think I can’t hear. But boy oh boy I sure can as hell hear.
“What the fuck did you do this time?” One of the jocks calls out to me. I give him the middle finger and his mates all ‘ooooh’. But seriously, is that all they’ve got?
Losers.
My eyes roll as the school bell rings. The corridors fill up fast with worried kids wanting to get to class and jocks that don’t care and take there sweet little time.
“Excuse me.” I say. Inside, my head is saying ‘Hurry the fuck up and MOVE YOU FREAKING RETARDS!’ They don’t hear me so I do what I think will grasp their very short attention span.I turn to one of them and kick his ankle. His whole body collapses inwards as he grabs his ankle, trying to get it to his chest. His mates all turn around and death glare me. I give them a smile and push through in front of them.
I get to class on time. My first two periods are English Literature; I love English Literature only because I get to express my feelings in different ways. Our assignment that has just been given out is to use Shakespeare language and create a diary entry.
One more period to go…. I whisper to myself as I glance up at the clock for the first time this lesson.
BANG!
BANG!
A gun shot goes off. Everyone jumps, scared out of their skin! Sirens and screams fill the classroom, along with the sound of scraping chairs.
“EVERYBODY STAY CALM AND GET AGAINST A WALL!” Mrs. Oulde shouts. My heart smashes against my chest, as if it was going to burst out and land in front of my feet, making everyone disgusted.
Of course that can’t happen; my imagination just runs wild at the weirdest of times. A few people start murmuring. I lean in close enough to be able to make out what they are saying.
“I bet Veronica has something to do with this!” A blonde cheerleader says.
“She probably planned this.” Her brunette friend says.
Are they kidding me?
I go back to ignoring the world until a booming voice comes near.
“WHERE IS SHE?” A voice I recognise, shouts. My eyes go wide.
They’re coming for me.
A/N: Heyyy ya'll!! This is the very first chapter! Woop woop! Please don't be shy and comment your thoughts, please vote so I know people actually like this chapter and it will make me want to continue this story! This will get better, trust me! I'll try to update often.
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